Nightwatcher

When the prefect of Qingzhou was questioning, the rest of the officials stopped talking and drinking, and watched this side with a smile on their faces.

Big is big, small is small, big and small is the golden cudgel. Xu Qian complained in his heart. This fourth-rank official called himself, and smiled back on the surface:

"Humble job can't be called an adult. That poem was indeed written by humble job."

Oh, sure enough, all his officials showed a sudden look.

When they first heard the name Xu Qi'an, they didn't react, but they also felt that the name was familiar. After such a long time, after thinking over and over again, I have some guesses about the identity of this strange Tonggong.

With the spread of Xu Qi'an's several masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, although the official circles and scholars did not deliberately publicize his reputation, all the people present here are high-ranking officials from a state, and there are corresponding channels to inquire.

No wonder, after hearing the name, the chief political envoy hurried over immediately.

"The Sheep Pavilion Sending Ziyang Layman to Qingzhou" has already been spread all over the country, and this great Confucianist just started his official career, and this masterpiece took the lead, which can be said to have taken advantage of harmony.

And all this is due to the gong named Xu Qi'an in front of him.

"I have admired her name for a long time, and she is indeed handsome, like a dragon and a phoenix among people."

The prefect of Qingzhou laughed loudly, and said flattering words in an upright manner, and his level of elevating people was as perfect as fire.

Rewards and prizes are not only the dragon and the phoenix among the people, but also the dragon and the phoenix among the people. Xu Qi'an had to admit that if he changed his position and became the focus, the disgusting official entertainment would suddenly become lively and interesting, and he thought that it would be great if it could continue.

After the prefect of Qingzhou finished his drink, he glanced at Yang Gong, the chief envoy from the corner of his eyes. This man with first-class skills and skills restrained his depressing official authority and looked relaxed.

At this moment, the prefect of Qingzhou suddenly remembered the troublesome stele. In fact, writing poetry is the best choice. It is simple, eye-catching, and thought-provoking.

Only poetry is rare, so it is not considered. But now it's different, Xu Qi'an is here.

It's just in time.

Xu Qi'an is quite talented in poetry. His Excellency happened to be troubled by the inscription, and even we have a headache. Can we let this great talent worry about it for us? Well, the chief minister may not have this kind of thinking, but as the lord of a state, it is difficult to say that the prefect of Qingzhou is too brainy because of his face.

Thinking of this, the magistrate smiled and asked: "What other masterpieces does Master Xu have in the capital?"

He was asking casually, but if the other party refused to say no, he would use this to push Xu Qi'an to the forefront, collude with all the officials to make a fuss, encourage him to compose a poem on the spot, and then give the "title" naturally.

Similar methods are commonplace on the wine table, but they are usually used to persuade people to drink, but now they are used to compose poems for different purposes.

Want to whore my poems again? Xu Qi'an wanted to evade and say "no", but Governor Zhang took the topic first, and said with a smile: "It really is."

The officials present looked at it with great interest, including Layman Ziyang.

How can a scholar have bad poetry?

Governor Zhang easily regained the focus, took a sip of wine, and said with a smile: "It's only half of the song, and it has just been circulated in Beijing, so you probably haven't heard of it yet."

"Oh? Only half of it?"

"My lord governor, speak quickly, and the officials will listen with all ears."

The officials did not despise the half-song, but became more and more curious. This half-song must be a top-notch masterpiece, otherwise how would it spread in the capital only by the half-song. If it's bad, it's not worth mentioning it in public, the governor.

Yang Gong couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an, and then back at Governor Zhang.

Governor Zhang put down his glass, cleared his throat, and looked around the crowd with enough pomp and said loudly: "When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams."

At this time, just as the dance ended, the music slowly dissipated.

The banquet fell into a dead silence, and all the officials tasted the half of the poem, only to feel a sense of unrestrained elegance coming towards them, regardless of fame and fortune, and regardless of gains and losses.

After a big drunk, lying in the black-covered boat, looking at the galaxy above the head, the seven-foot body is pressing another galaxy, and the air of freedom and ease emerges spontaneously.

Some people shook their heads, fascinated. Someone couldn't help looking at the small pond in the yard, where clusters of fiery red lotus flowers grew, but the pond was too small.

Layman Ziyang clapped his hands and said: "This poem has a lofty conception, and it should be the pinnacle of poetry in this dynasty for nearly two hundred years. It's wonderful."

He drank three glasses of wine in a row, and accompanied the poems with wine, feeling extremely happy.

After drinking, he stared at Xu Qi'an with bright eyes, "Is this poem famous?"

Fuck you whoring me once is not enough? Does Lao Tzu have no dignity? Xu Qi'an almost wanted to spray salt soda all over his face, and said in a deep voice, "I already have."

Layman Ziyang was a little disappointed, nodded his head, did not continue talking, and muttered to himself, fascinated.

Seeing that it was almost done, the prefect of Qingzhou picked up his wine glass and said flatteringly: "Coincidentally, the Chief Minister is about to set up a stele in the front yard of each yamen. The inscription on the inscription has not yet been decided. I wonder if Mr. Xu can write a poem?"

As soon as these words came out, almost everyone subconsciously looked at Xu Qi'an.

Layman Ziyang neither echoed nor stopped, just smiled and looked at the little gong without saying a word.

I want my poems just after a glass of wine, I'm not that kind of person Xu Qi'an sighed:

"The humble official went to Yunzhou with the governor to investigate the case. The future is uncertain and worried. How can I have the energy and mood to write poetry? Sorry, my lords."

The officials in Qingzhou were immediately disappointed, and the prefect of Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Mr. Xu's poems are amazing, don't be humble."

Xu Qi'an shook his head helplessly, holding a glass to drink.

Layman Ziyang pondered for a moment, took off the jade wrench worn on his thumb, and said in a deep voice: "Yunzhou is seriously plagued by bandits, and this trip is indeed dangerous. Ning Yan, please keep this jade wrench. I have worn it for many years. Nourishing the temperature can ward off evil spirits."

Xu Qi'an's eyes immediately fell on the finger puller, he vaguely saw the fleeting breath, and remembered what Chu Caiwei had said.

There are three kinds of magical artifacts in the world: one is refined by Sitian Supervisor; the other is conceived naturally by chance;

This jade finger is the third type.

Boss, don't treat me like a human being tonight. Xu Qi'an took it over in a hurry, put it in his arms cautiously, pondered for a while, and said, "I don't know what happened, but suddenly my spiritual thoughts spring up, and I got a poem by chance."

Didn't you say that you are not in the mood to write poetry? All the officials looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, they gradually realized, so their eyes became more strange, but they understood him tacitly.

Layman Ziyang's smile remained unchanged: "I am all ears."

Xu Qi'an nodded, he had already made a choice in his heart, he was going to use the four lines of poems he used in the questioning of the heart during the aptitude test.

Because there is nothing more suitable to be used here than this poem. If I remember correctly, this poem is also called "Jie Shi Ming", which is used to warn all officials.

He took a sip of wine, and the poem appeared in his mind, and his mood seemed to return to the heroic ambition when he asked Xinguan.

I couldn't help standing up, looked at Ziyang Layman Yang Gong first, and said softly:

"Er Shi Erlu."

Looking at Governor Zhang again:

"The fat of the people, the ointment of the people."

Then, he slowly swept across the officials present, and his voice suddenly became severe:

"The common people are easy to abuse."

Finally, looking up at the sky, the whole person seemed to be excited, and said loudly:

"God is hard to bully!"

Before he knew it, his voice was fused with the roar of a Buddhist lion, which rang in the ears of all the officials, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, deafening.

The sound of shattering wine glasses kept ringing.

Many officials looked guilty or ashamed. Facing a gong with no grade, it seemed that they were facing a strict superior, and they did not dare to breathe.

The few who had a clear conscience straightened their backs, their hearts agitated.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Layman Ziyang slapped the table and stood up. This great Confucian lost control of his emotions. He didn't feel like a seasoned and capable official, but a young student who had just entered the officialdom, full of vigor and righteousness.

"If I could sing out this poem in the court and utter my depression, why would I be depressed for a year? Xu Ningyan, Xu Ningyan, you are the real seed of reading."

In the yard, the dancers who endured the cold wind blinked their eyes and looked curiously at the only young man at the banquet.

With this kind of spirit, it’s no wonder that he was able to make the move of cutting silver gongs with a knife. This poem has scared many people. Governor Zhang sighed. Seeing that the scene was a little frozen, he changed the subject by saying:

"What the chief minister said is very true, Ning Yan, it's a pity that you didn't study at the beginning."

Xu Qi'an burped his wine and said helplessly, "Second Uncle thought I was more suitable for martial arts, so he didn't let anyone continue to study."

When the officials heard this, they were quite resentful in their hearts, and said in their hearts, your second uncle is not a son of man, and he wasted a seed of study in vain. If Xu Ningyan is a scholar, he will not be lonely in the Dafeng literary world.

The banquet dissipated in the middle of the night, Xu Qi'an, who was a little drunk, came to the pool to pick those bright red lotus flowers.

This kind of lotus flower is extremely weird, it only has six petals, each petal is full and crystal clear, it is a variety he has never seen before.

"This lotus is called red lotus, also called cold lotus. It is a unique lotus in Qingzhou." Layman Ziyang walked over, with his hands behind his back, and stood aside:

"It blooms only in October, and it will wither in the spring of the next year. The lotus seeds produced are warm in nature and can be used as medicine."

I have never seen a lotus flower that blooms in winter. Xu Qi'an said with a smile: "It blooms and bears fruit in mid-winter, and its nature is warm, which is exactly the opposite of the season. Can't these red lotuses be transplanted to the Central Plains?"

"I can't live." Layman Ziyang seemed to be pointing, and said: "Yunzhou's banditry is unique to Yunzhou, and it cannot survive in any other state. Do you know where the problem is?"

Isn't this a problem left over from history?

He didn't call my lord, but sir. Present yourself as a student.

PS: In the past few days, this chapter said that the function is closed, the whole site is closed, and it will be restored on the 5th. You can post this chapter as usual, and it will be displayed after the 5th. Hey, a book without this chapter has no soul. I will come back to read this chapter after the days pass. The main reason is that tool people can no longer catch bugs. I post it first, then read it again, and correct the typo myself.